Chapter 811: Making Our Way Back
"Damn... That was... probably some of the best sex we've had."
I continued to pant, my throat sore both inside and out as I glanced over at my lover, who was leaning against the ice chest and staring up at the still dark sky, her own breathing labored as she came off of her orgasmic high alongside me, the two of us incapable of much as we lounged inside this clearing.
My neck was slightly raw, the imprints of the Demoness' fingers and arm still very visible and very obvious on my throat, whilst my vocal cords were recovering slowly from the sheer amount of moaning she had made me do; meanwhile, my belly felt full despite only one hole getting used, the sheer amount tricking my body into thinking I was full thanks to the way my insides were now arranged.